Many of those, he's broken in himself. But whenhe's had you, he moves on. He's like that. He gets off on turning youout. What do you think? Do you fan...y him?"I was really annoyed at that. Furious. I was doing this as a favour, Itold her, and I didn't need her saying things like that. I walked backto my post behind the bar. Did I fancy a man? What a question to ask aman like me.I don't know why it was, but I kept on looking at Rod, and he keptlooking at me. I found myself up his end of the bar. " Shit! Useless, disgusting, horrible piece of shit!" No, Emily!" James shouted, guessing what she was about to do. "Don'ttake it off! I can still transform you!" How will that help?"James looked at the new item fixed to a rod that had pushed out a fewinches to the side of the hole. It was a tiny bottle with a shortstraw in the neck. A label on it read 'come (sic) fill me'. He knewimmediately what it meant. "I need cum and I can't make any. I'mgoing to need you to." His statement was. This was the second time tonight that he gently massaged them. This was hot. Tim listened to Eve’s soft moans and gasps as Caesar’s incessant, recurring, penetration brought her closer to the edge.Eve’s hands were on the outside of Caesar’s shoulders. She dug her fingers into his dark flesh. Her wedding ring flashed in the light. The sheer manliness of his form, the muscled broadness of his shoulders, the kink of his hair, the scent of his arousal, the fullness of his lips, the pounding of his. When she came out of the room, he was leaning against her cart, her red bikini panties dangling from his index finger. He stood about five foot eight inches, muscular build, short brown hair, and a killer smile. Looking at him, she thought, ‘Wonder if his cock measures up to those on that screen’ as her face started to redden at her thoughts.“Ah… I do believe these belong to you…Arleen,” he said looking at her name tag, breaking into her thoughts.Playing innocent, she said, “Excuse me, sir, I.